Three weeks later, and Alex still wasn't used to waking up in the same place twice.
The temporary stay in the wolf territory had evolved into something more permanent—a sprawling collection of shelters, fire pits, and defensive perimeters that the snakelings had enthusiastically claimed as their personal playground. The wolves had grown accustomed to their presence, mostly. Storm still gave Alex looks that suggested he was reserving judgment, but Ash had taken to bringing the cubs small gifts—bright feathers, interesting rocks, once an entire rabbit that had caused a chaotic incident when Siddy tried to swallow it whole.
(It did not end well for the rabbit. Or for Siddy's dignity.)
But now, with Granite and Sally returned from bear territory—successful, against all odds—and Lucas's pack formally allied with the sanctuary cause, only one piece remained.
The Lion Lord.
